I could not help but be reminded of the letter of Pliny quote below. In ancient Rome that man would surely have been bombarded with dinner invitations so that the hosts could show off his idiocy to his friends. Today it written up in blogs instead (and I used to think I was with Pliny…but I msut confess I found the story hilarious)

I have received your letter in which you complain that although you were at a very fashionable dinner party, you were annoyed because there were ruffians, faggots, and idiots wandering around the tables. Don’t you want to let go of what of whatever is giving you wrinkles of anxiety? Certainly I have nothing of that kind, but I nevertheless do put up with people who have them.

Why don’t I have them?

Because nothing unexpected or agreeable delights me if something effeminate is offered by a faggot, or something bad-tempered from a ruffian, or something foolish from an idiot…